Normally when someone runs away from their problems, they are not looking for new ones. That is usually the mindset. Never did Sabian think that accepting new friendships would do exactly that.
Sabian "Sable" Reeve is a typical 21 year old who alway...
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January 19th, 1991
"Doo doo doo doo, doo doo, doo wah! It doesn't matter what comes. Fresh goes better in life. With Mentos fresh and full of life. Nothing gets to you? Staying fresh, staying cool with Mentos, fresh and full of life!" Vinnie looks over at me, but I just continue to sing along to the radio and ignore the glare that he was shooting in my direction. "Fresh goes better. Mentos freshness. Fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life!" I shout sang. Vinnie glanced back towards the road before he shot his dead pan look back in my direction.
"Mentos, the fresh maker!" finally finishing the jingle of the commercial. Turning, I shot a smile at Vinnie who by now was not impressed by my amazing singing skills. If you asked him, he would say more so that I was tone deaf. Taking time out of annoying Vinnie, I turned to look outside and saw that we were now in Munich. While touring was enjoyable at times, seeing new places and meeting new faces. The crazy adventures I found myself with these group of guys. Touring though was wearing me out, it was the small things that I was missing, like staying in one place for example. Having my own bathroom, my own space and don't even get me started on the smell. My sanity could only take so much of being cramped in a small space for as long as we have. I mean for crying out loud, I was starting to sing to commercials! "Love you Big Rig," teasing Vinnie with his new nickname that I came up with, leaning over to place a simple kiss to his round cheek. Vinnie was the closes thing I had to having a brother. "Yeah, sure you do," rolling his eyes as he continued to drive.
Walking back towards the kitchen I noticed Darrell sitting down with his guitar, strumming a few cords. From the look on his face, he was focused on what he was doing. But me being me, I was a shithead and wanted to disrupt that for him. Shimming into the bench that sat across from him, I noticed a few items of food was left untouched on his plate. Darrell being self-aware, pushed the plate towards me without breaking his focus from what he was doing. Accepting the offer while he continued to serenade me with his strumming. "I really liked that one," mentioning the song he was just playing when I noticed he stopped. I was finally able to see his face for the first time today when he turned his body more in my direction. It never got old for me in how handsome he looked. "Yeah, still needs work though," shrugging my comment off before taking a hit from the lit joint that sat between us.
Finishing with what food was left, I wiped my hands off and I reached a hand out silently. Darrell caught my gesture and placed the guitar in my hand. Now I was nowhere near half as good as Darrell and I won't pretend that I am either, but I did know a few things and knew how to play. Strumming a few notes here and there till I settled with Ted Nugent's Cat Scratch Fever. Something I grew up listening, behind my mothers back of course. My father taught me a little on how to play when I was a kid but eventually, I took over my learning when he chose to walk out. Leaving both my mother and me to fend for ourselves. So, playing was bittersweet for me at times.
After the incident at the hotel back in Berlin, Darrell asked me if I wanted to speak to Annihilator's tour manager on Jeff's behavior, but I said no. I didn't want to cause an uproar during this tour and leave a huge problem for the promoters. I don't think Jeff was going to be any more trouble after getting decked by Mr. Dimebag Darrell. Jeffery on the other hand, when we finally met up with him in the next city, he was livid. Lectured on how they were kicked out and he was left with the bill. I almost lost my job but Phil and Darrell both quickly stepped in and explained to him that it wasn't my fault. Jeffery didn't believe them but felt it was too much of a headache in that moment to deal with me.
